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Click hereIt was the best day of my life.
Sitting in a college class-room with an Indian guru teaching, I inhaled wisdom.
He revealed to us that Socrates, Jesus, Ghandi and Martin Luther King were the greatest thinkers ever.
I asked him if we could add Kurt Cobain to the list; He loved that.
Afterwards, I wasn't listening. My mind was between the legs of beautiful Fawn, who was bucking and moaning.
My mind was in my finger the night before, penetrating her ass-hole and coming out with the delicious smell of shit.
After the lecture, I was on the street, singing love songs loudly, not caring who was walking by.
And a bicyclist drove toward me quickly, rudely, coming dangerously close to me.
As he rode past, I bumped him gently, sending him directly into the way of a passing semi-truck. He was dead.
I explained what had happened to the police captain.
"It was completely his fault. You're free to go," he told me.
I walked out of the police station laughing madly: Our first sacrifice.